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It was engraved in the bones.
The key point was that the Onmyoji from Eastern Japan seemed to have deduced Zuo Bei's whereabouts and were clamoring to take him down. What was going on? We weren't protected by the law! Black Cripple expressed his concerns.
Even if he looked down on Eastern Japan, it was still a country. No matter how powerful Zuo Ci was, he couldn't possibly contend with a nation; that would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"What?"
Zuo Ci shot him a glance. "Are you suggesting that in my own country, I should hand someone over to Eastern Japan?"
"I didn't say that!" Black Cripple quickly shut his mouth.
Foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, but not when it comes to Easterners.
Zuo Bei had rarely taken a job in Dao Yi, and it turned out to be a disaster—like the sky had fallen on him.
Who knew which patriotic father had issued the bounty?
You wouldn't believe it; these little things were surprisingly fast. In such a short time, they had already appeared here! Zuo Ci suddenly laughed.
"They're here?" Black Cripple felt as if he were facing a great enemy.
They must have used some kind of evasion technique, right?
Zuo Ci scanned the surroundings and chuckled, "Using evasion techniques right at my doorstep? Isn't that a bit disrespectful?"
He didn't even glance at them.
Lu Hun Fan instantly floated in mid-air.
Black Malevolent Qi shot out like sharp arrows, unleashing a barrage at the entrance of the office. Any house, tree, shrub, or even stream struck by Sha Qi let out cries of despair, one after another.
Moments later, dozens of small figures known as Ling Ti floated out from what appeared to be flawless scenes.
Their faces were blank.
They had no idea why they had died so suddenly.
Just as Zuo Ci accepted those Ling Ti into the banner, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Meow!
A sharp cat's cry pierced through the air.
The surroundings of the Hao Zai Lai Agency had changed. A thin veil of crimson hung over the sky, and a crescent moon, sharp as a hook, dangled above.
Upon closer inspection, within that crescent moon, there seemed to be an upright Pupil, a deep blue like jade.
Dao Domain?
Zuo Ci furrowed his brow. He had just clashed with the Old Celestial Master today. It had indeed left him somewhat injured. Although he had devoured quite a few malevolent spirits within Luanzanggang, it was still a drop in the bucket; he had expended far too much spiritual energy.
Now, encountering the Dao Realm again was not a good omen!
"Chinese Person," he thought, "your cultivation is decent, but it seems you’ve just been through a great battle, haven’t you? You’re weak now!"
A young man dressed in a white, unadorned Hunting Robe, with an enchanting and handsome face, elegantly stepped out of the stream. He wore a black hat, and his lips were as red as blood. This was the attire exclusive to Shinto Onmyoji from Eastern Japan. The Hunting Robe was a type of robe typically paired with white unadorned trousers.
Perched on the young man's shoulder was a Raccoon Cat, its entire body ablaze with gray flames, its tail forked into two.
"Chinese Person?" Zuo Ci wondered aloud. "Is that their dialect? What does it mean?"
Should I explain? How should I explain? I’m waiting online; it’s quite urgent.
The Black Cripple whispered excitedly, "China is a derogatory term from their place; it's rather unpleasant. Maybe I shouldn't explain after all."
"Go ahead!" Zuo Ci shook his head dismissively, indicating that it was fine.
He called you a pig!
Zuo Ci suddenly laughed, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
This is a sure win!
Black Cripple secretly clenched his fist.
Seeing Zuo Ci's signature death smile, who understands its true value, right, folks?
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